I am retuning to myself. I am returning to myself. You may not understand what this means. Maybe you have never been lost. It does not matter. All that does matter is that I am returning. Right here. Now. Running- gratefully, fearfully, lovingly- back into my arms. Open and embracing. Holding myself close. I can feel the warmth of my skin. The shiver of my touch. This is it. The moment I have been waiting for. I am being called home.

When I hear the sound of silent, beautiful howling, how can I possibly turn away?